I decided to do a Wordle of yesterday's blog post on my 30 years of marriage. If you just look at it and make random sentences, you still get the idea. My only beef is the word "really" is way too big, which means I used it way too many times. I really have to …
Beginnings
The air is different, surprisingly so. Untethered, I wait for instructions. Czeslaw Milosz meets me each morning in his collected poems, instructing me on what it means to see. The psalmist tells me that plans come to nothing on the day we die, and that those who trust in the Lord are blessed. George MacDonald's …
The World of Experience
So my coffee-shop pediatrician friend pulls up a chair and begins to tell me again of Oliver Sack's new brain book called Migraine. Turns out it's not a new book, but still. Then she refers me back to an old book on my shelf called Molecules of Emotion by Candace Pert. Neurons in the gut …
Words Like Leaves
Three hours of color. I left the house about 11:00, restless, with no appointments for the day until 7:00 p.m., at which time I'd head up to UW to shoot a couple of short scenes for a film being produced by a friend of a friend. I get nervous about such things, so I needed …
To Write for God
Thomas Merton said (and I'm paraphrasing without my source in front of me) to write for yourself is in the end, sickening. To write for others is more noble, but the only way to speak to many, truthfully and well, is to write for God. There's lots to write about. Man of La Mancha opens …
JEFF BERRYMAN 